woe is me the cold tiles of the floor cracked and dirty in the dim light of the vacant condemned house still give white hot retort of light as the sun begins its swift race across its scarred surface that echo of light reveals graffiti on the wall like a murderous shout imploring the readers to have relations with themselves the room has a thick stench and its shadows are infested with the unknown theres no door she sits in the bathtub her dark clothes leaves her face a floating apparatus of spoken words as she without any real warm emotion displays a working knowledge of the anatomy of her girlfriend who left her here the poor missing girl suffers from apparent diseases defects of the mind and has an inability to close her legs i express my sympathy my female companion throws something at me i could have left hours ago but this girl shouldnt be here at all let alone be here by herself so i carve these words to mend the time and forever lock to page the glorious fun to be had in such delightful company as our semi-conscious female bathtub surfer too monkey-nuts-spun to be moved it is optional how you spend your days i choose the functionally broken path today woe is me woe is me
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 12:21:25 +0000
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